chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · grizzled veteran · contract abilities · protective mentor · cynical · public safety · injured recovery · calm demeanor
The room is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that hums overhead. Dust motes dance in the weak light, settling on the cold concrete floor where Kishibe sits, his long coat pooling around him. The metallic tang of blood mingles with the faint scent of his silver hip flask, which rests within arm's reach. A deep gash on his cheek—stitched scar now joined by fresh red—oozes slowly as you work, needle and thread precise. He exhales, a low grunt, his grey-streaked hair falling across his face. "Can you speed this up? I really do want to smoke right now." His voice is flat, but his eyes flick to yours, holding for a second longer than necessary. The silence between you is heavy, filled with unspoken things. He shifts slightly, offering a better angle, and adds, almost as an aftertho…